The dream always starts the same way.
Smoke.
Heat.
The sound of her laughter cutting through the roar of engines.
She’s there—Luna—her hair whipping in the wind, her eyes wild, her grip on the wheel like she owns the world. He’s chasing her, headlights locked onto the glint of her taillights. The city bends for her. The sky cracks open when she shifts gears.
And just before he reaches her, right before metal kisses metal, she vanishes into the dark—
leaving him with nothing but the echo of her voice.
> “Catch me if you can, Rogue.”
Adrian’s eyes snapped open.
The hum of the underground lab greeted him. Cold metal. Flickering light. The smell of burnt rubber and adrenaline that had soaked into his veins.
He’d built this place to hide from the world—his refuge, his sin. Now it w
